Dreams inconsistent angel things Horses bred with star laced wings But it's so hard to make them fly fly fly These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town One goes up and one goes down And so the chariot hits the ground bound bound
We have forgotten don't try to make me fly How it used to be I'll stay here I'll be fine How it used to be don't go and let me down How it used to be I'm starting to like this town
When wings beat the night sky 'bove the ground Will I unwillingly shoot them down With all my petty fears and doubts down down
We have forgotten am I in love with this How it used to be my constant broken ship How it used to be don't go I'll shoot you down How it used to be I'm starting to like this town
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